. . . grass and sidewalk, blows with chalk,
Dark asphalt arrows, seem to know,. . . as white slow smoke begins to grow,
In shadowed sun where children play,. . . the cool winds blow the clouds away,
Before soft voice whispers, 'do not',. . . peppermint burns when sipped too hot,
The place alive with birthday surprise,. . . pits its wits against the days demise,
But it ends with darkness, black as night,. . . the party's over and we must take flight.
The challenge was to use the words in this wordle to make a new poem - I think I used them all!
Place, Crimson, Chalk , Winds, Measured, Peppermint, Arrows, Slow, Asphalt, Smoke,Begins, Ends, White, Soft, Children, Burns, Grass, Before, Know, Dark,Flight, Sun, Blows, Grow, Place, Burns, Pits, Sidewalk, Black, Cool,
10 comments:
Susannah,
Very clever of you; Well Done~
Applause! you used them all! what a cool poem!
Bravo. I didn't manage them all, but took some of the same idea as a started.
Thanks everyone, it sounds a bit stilted but it is good to try new things and I had fun trying. :-)
Susannah, I love this poem!
You did a fantastic job.
Pamela
Thanks very much Pamela. :-)
Susannah, like the structure, the extended fragments as if one is simply walking through and catching a detail here and there. You used the words to good advantage, especially the peppermint. You appear to be a natural at this.
Elizabeth
Thanks Elizabeth. :-)
Bravo, Susannah. Very nicely done, and I am not a fan of wordles. LOL.
Thanks Mary. :-)
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